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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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who killed the flowers? cried henry ford as he passed the plate and praised the lord what is this sun that dares not shine when all i want is what is mine whose are these eyes that laugh at me when all i want is to be free must petals fall when i walk by must birds and bugs avert their eyes were curses rained upon my name when little bob shot jesse james? a cloud passed by the poor man raved a raindrop fell on an undug grave next